We play at the same level as theirs, with the holy; moreover the hedge.
We lead a misinterpret league, that our happiness is very confusing.
From diazepam to lorazepam to whatever makes us feel low from anxiety, the reality will change and we'll be the first to stop weekdays from increasing suicide rates.
Despite proper marriages and outstanding musical masterpieces; tomorrow doesn't mean we'll stop hurting.
We are sure the thesis isn't promising to our wanting but we know it will offer very good implications.
Ticking pins between the nails and meats, but we give a generous amount of care when we are alone with our thoughts, most midnights doesn't feel intensely damning.
We are surviving and unmolding. Every day hurt is beginning to feel wonderful. Don't you agree?
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
